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24
Aug
npr:
The dog of slain Petty Officer Jon Tumilson refused to leave his side during the Navy SEAL’s funeral earlier this week in Rockford, Iowa. The heartbreaking photo taken by his cousin, Lisa Pembleton, shows Tumilson’s dog Hawkeye lying by the casket. (via The Daily Treat: Animal Planet)
19
Nov
How does a kid from Coos Bay, with one leg longer than the other win races? All my life people have been telling me, ‘You’re too small Pre’, ‘You’re not fast enough Pre’, ‘Give up your foolish dream Steve’. But they forgot something, I HAVE TO WIN.
Steve Prefontaine - Runner’s World Quote of the Day
Now itching want to watch one of my all time faves, “Without Limits.”
13
Aug
Okay, let’s momentarily bask in the fact that I did my first triathlon this past Sunday. I survived and want to do another! Because you can’t just do one triathlon, right? It was a fantastic experience and there’s lots to share.
But first, how is it that I feel so out of shape after doing a triathlon?! WTF?!
I was tired after the 1/2 mile swim, 9 mile bike, and 3.8 mile run, but not that tired and wound up biking another 10 miles the day after. And I was even more antsy because I skipped out on swim class and some potential elliptical time. Weird, I know.
06
Aug
The minute you cross the marathon finish line, you are most likely consumed with a mixture of emotion and relief. You did it! After months of training, you put together a solid race and made it all the way to the finish line. As you struggle to get your chip off, pick up your medal, get changed and find your family, there’s one consistent and nagging thought that hits almost every finisher. It’s the one thing that keeps us coming back to the 26.2-mile challenge. It’s the knowledge that we can always be faster.
(makes me antsy…)
04
Aug
I forgot a belt today. And there was no way my pants were going to stay up without one.
Just as I had resigned myself to having to walk/waddle from the gym to work holding my pants up the whole way, I had my shining moment of the day. (You do usually only get one, you know.)
My keys!
My fist-sized pile of various keys happen to be on a faded, trusty, green University of Vermont carabiner! I’ve had it forever, it’s amazing.
Today it is even more amazing because it is currently holding my gray dress pants up! I simply clipped two belt loops together, pulling the pants tight enough to actually stay put. I did a little dance to test it out too. Great success!
And I think the carabiner will do just fine until the Prudential Center’s shops open and I can go get myself a “proper” belt. Likely from Vineyard Vines. They have pretty sturdy but cute ones.
It’s almost too bad I didn’t have my Kryptonite U-lock with me - that could have been fun in a very Robin Hood Men in Tights chastity belt kind of way! Or maybe I’ve just accidentally discovered the next big hipster fashion craze? Inward groan.
03
Aug
Spinach, basil, and garlic risotto.
Tilapia parmesan.
NOM!
15
Jul
And then I had a beer in the shower.
And then I had to do laundry.
And then I had pasta and breaded eggplant with fresh basil for dinner.
And then I had another beer.
And then I had a glass of port and a piece of dark chocolate.
Who’s gonna sleep like a baby tonight?!
(Once I get my bed cleared off from the mound of clothes that is.)
Oh yeah, the baby tri! Granted it was a bit spread out, but some of us have you know, those job things. Really though, what better way to train!
So I swam on lunch - 1/2 mile
Spun in the evening - 45 min
Ran when I got home - 3 miles
I think I would’ve preferred to do it all at once! And not work in between each! But it went well as much of a hackjob as it was, I had energy at the end, even though I was pretty tired - but not death tired. I could’ve swum and run more and I think spin class may have been longer and a higher intensity than the bike will be (how fast really can you get a hybrid to go…).
One thing I learned: I am going to need to eat. Fuel. Eat. Fuel. I. was. starving. Famished.
And now I am very le sleepy. Maybe I could just sleep under the mound of clothes and fold ‘later.’ Right? It wouldn’t be the first time!
24
Jun
I guess the gods really wanted me to finally throw out a pair of those shoes.
One of oh, four or so, old ‘just in case’ running shoes that I keep around for spinning, the gym, and ‘just in case’ something happened to my current running shoes.
And I guess you really don’t need four of them.
I scurried home early from work to try to beat the thunderstorms once I saw what they did to Connecticut.
Seventy-five percent of the windows in my apartment were open. One of them under a broken gutter that loves to funnel heavy rainstorm water directly into our kitchen. Yay.
I had left said pair of running shoes outside on the styrofoam cooler this morning, which consequently loves to blow around the fire escape during thunderstorms, to ummm…air out. They were really stinky. Like smell them in my gym bag while riding the T stinky. Gross. When I came home though, the cooler was knocked over and only one shoe remained on the fire escape.
Here’s the creepy part: I can’t find the other shoe anywhere!!! It’s not on one of the three fire escapes below, it’s not in the pit of doom, a not-quite-backyard next to the parking lot behind my building, and it’s not in the cooler. Where did it go?!
I’d offer a reward for the vanishing shoe (some funnel cloud probably has it in Kansas by now) but I think its pretty okay that it’s MIA. Three pairs! I’ve still got three pairs of ‘just in case’ shoes left!
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